In the Horqin grassland, Kangxi's team stopped here.

Kangxi would meet with the princes and nobles of the Mongol tribes here, waiting for the leaders of the surrounding tribes, large and small, to come and meet him.

Because of the rebellion of the Dzungar tribe against Alabutan, most of the tribes in the steppe have sent people to Kulun City for reinforcements, but until now the battle situation is unknown.

Then there was this sudden rainstorm disaster, which caused all the tribes of the grassland to suffer. Under such circumstances, they urgently needed disaster relief from the imperial court.

When Kangxi's royal car stopped in the Horqin grassland, he found that he really didn't pick the right time for this trip.

Disasters are like fire, and disaster relief is like firefighting.

In the face of the tribal leaders who came to cry and beg one by one, what else could Kangxi say besides accepting it?

Kangxi, who has already established a reputation as a benevolent monarch, is definitely lifting a stone and shooting himself in the foot at this time. It wasn't that he didn't want relief for the Mongols, but it shouldn't have been so quick. Regarding the attitude of the Mongol tribes, the attitude of the emperors of the Qing Dynasty was to suppress and co-opt, and go hand in hand.

On the one hand, the imperial court needed to win over the Mongol tribes to ensure their recognition and submission, and on the other hand, it had to ensure that the Mongol tribes would not be too strong to become too strong.

Every natural disaster is not only a great opportunity for the imperial court to suppress the Mongolian tribes, but also an excellent opportunity for the imperial court to win over the hearts of the people.

If he had known that there would be such a rainstorm in Mongolia, he would definitely delay this patrol backwards.

"Hooray!"

After Kangxi sent away a Mongolian prince who came to ask for help again, Liang Jiugong hurriedly entered Kangxi's big tent.

"What?"

Kangxi looked at Liang Jiugong, his expression slightly tired.

This patrol really made Kangxi feel a little tired.

"Long live the Lord, the prince of the capital has sent a secret fold!"

Liang Jiugong walked in front of Kangxi and respectfully handed a secret fold in his hand to Kangxi.

Kangxi took the secret fold sent by Liang Jiugong, quickly opened it, and read it at a glance.

Before he finished reading the secret fold, Kangxi's face became very ugly.

"Liang Jiugong, spread my will, set off immediately and return to Beijing!"

"Yes!"

Although he was shocked by Kangxi's sudden will, as a close friend who had been waiting by Kangxi's side for many years, Liang Jiugong quickly came back to his senses and agreed respectfully to convey Kangxi's will quickly.

Originally, the princes and leaders of the Mongolian tribes gathered, and Kangxi wanted to feast them. Everything is already being prepared, but with Kangxi's will passed down, this banquet will naturally be countless.

When the Mongolian princes knew that Kangxi's holy drive was about to return to Luan, they were all very confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Who knows what's going on?"

A group of Mongol princes gathered, all of whom were talking to each other.

Then, some people began to make up their brains, thinking that it was the Dzungar Ministry calling.

Because of the control of the news by the tenth elder brother and Dulan, coupled with the disaster of the rainstorm, the news of the defeat of Alabutan has not yet come.

Considering that it may be that Alabutan is coming, a group of Mongolian princes also panicked, and they dispatched their henchmen one after another to rush back to their tribes to mobilize people.

Then, a group of people found Kangxi and said to Kangxi that they would definitely guard Kangxi's safety at ordinary times, and of course they would not let the delirium Alabutan hurt Kangxi in the slightest.

Hearing such remarks, it was Kangxi's turn to be stunned!